Rose Pets Poems

She prowls regally like feline queen of nine lives, 
the fat lady Lucy calls her Merlin, the magic cat,
as white as the first snow or...

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He's known as Merlin the Magic Cat.
What can we say about that?

He visits old folks in need of a friend 
and comforts all those who are...

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Here’s a tale
       of a feline
           wizard
  ...

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Merlin, the magic cat, was treading lightly
For some of his pranks had turned out unsightly
Like taking the scissors to our dog’s fluffy tail,
After knocking over...

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Kit

Before I opened the carton,
   I’d chose the name Kit,
      Thinking of strong Wild West women.

Our little girl,...

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I picked a fragrant rose
  so dulcet and perfumed
for you
and kissed the honeyed petals
that where rich, dark and dripping sweetness
   dawn has...

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Leave me alone, I yelled to the kitten
The almost adult one that stood on my head
It’s four in the morning and where is it written
That...

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Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even...

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Cowboy Howdy the Clown still goes
To town with ten little shoes on his toes
Purple hair and a square blue nose
Ten grey flowers for Cimarron Rose
An...

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My story’s of two puppies
The best of pals you’ll see
The older one is Buddy
And the younger is called Rocky.

Rocky follows the trail of Buddy
And if...

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Welcome To My Home

I've been blinded by your sentiment,
and awoken by your sweet cologne,
like our sweet morning regiment,
we don't live in a house, but a...

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Sitting outside here
Something caught my eye
So beautiful and fast
It was a lovely butterfly 
It slowly landed 
On my favorite rose
That beautiful flower 
You could smell...

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I was brought up on a smallholding when I was a lass
We needed something to help us cut the vast expanse of grass
I wanted a...

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Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way...

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The air is full of mourning although the years have past,
     My tears still flow like waves upon a rolling vast...

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